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Humor Kinda. The biscuit has been taken.

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  1. Shooting Jack

    Shooting Jack Active Member

    Jul 29, 2006
    Blackshear, Georgia
    It’s like having dinner with the devil. When we give the evil one a foot in the door, we are in for a battle.

    Dinner with
    Obama, a parable

    Once upon a time, I was
    Invited to the White House for a private dinner with the President. I am a
    Respected businessman, with a factory that produces memory chips for computers
    And portable electronics. There was some talk that my industry was being
    Scrutinized by the administration, but I paid it no mind. I live in a free
    Country. There's nothing that the government can do to me if I've broken no
    Laws. My wealth was earned honestly, and an invitation to dinner with an
    American President is an

    I checked my coat, was greeted by the Chief of
    Staff, and joined the President in a yellow dining room. We sat across from each
    Other at a table draped in white linen. The Great Seal was embossed on the
    China . Uniformed staff served our

    The meal was served, and I was startled when my
    Waiter suddenly reached out, plucked a dinner roll off my plate, and began
    Nibbling it as he walked back to the kitchen.

    "Sorry about that," said the President. "Andrew is
    Very hungry."

    "I don't appreciate..." I
    Began, but as I looked into the calm brown eyes across from me, I felt
    Immediately guilty and petty. It was just a dinner roll. "Of course," I
    Concluded, and reached for my glass. Before I could, however, another waiter
    Reached forward, took the glass away and swallowed the wine in a single

    "And his brother Eric is very thirsty." said the

    I didn't say anything. The
    President is testing my compassion, I thought. I will play along. I don't want
    To seem unkind.

    My plate was whisked away
    Before I had tasted a bite.

    "Eric's children are also
    Quite hungry."

    With a lurch, I crashed to the
    Floor. My chair had been pulled out from under me. I stood, brushing myself off
    Angrily, and watched as it was carried from the

    "And their grandmother can't stand for

    I excused myself, smiling outwardly, but inside
    Feeling like a fool. Obviously I had been invited to the White House to be sport
    For some game. I reached for my coat, to find that it had been taken. I turned
    Back to the President.

    "Their grandfather doesn't
    Like the cold."

    I wanted to shout- that was my
    Coat! But again, I looked at the placid smiling face of my host and decided I
    Was being a poor sport. I spread my hands helplessly and chuckled. Then I felt
    My hip pocket and realized my wallet was gone. I excused myself and walked to a
    Phone on an elegant side table. I learned shortly that my credit cards had been
    Maxed out, my bank accounts emptied, my retirement and equity portfolios had
    Vanished, and my wife had been thrown out of our home. Apparently, the waiters
    And their families were moving in. The President hadn't moved or spoken as I
    Learned all this, but finally I lowered the phone into its cradle and turned to
    Face him.

    "Andrew's whole family has made bad financial
    Decisions. They haven't planned for retirement, and they need a house. They
    Recently defaulted on a subprime mortgage. I told them they could have your
    Home. They need it more than you

    My hands were shaking. I felt faint. I stumbled
    Back to the table and knelt on the floor. The President cheerfully cut his meat,
    Ate his steak and drank his wine. I lowered my eyes and stared at the small grey
    Circles on the tablecloth that were water

    "By the way," He added, "I have just signed an
    Executive Order nationalizing your factories. I'm firing you as head of your
    Business. I'll be operating the firm now for the benefit of all mankind. There's
    A whole bunch of Erics and Andrews out there and they can't come to you for jobs
    Groveling like beggars."

    I looked up. The President
    Dropped his spoon into the empty ramekin which had been his creme brulee. He
    Drained the last drops of his wine. As the table was cleared, he lit a cigarette
    And leaned back in his chair. He stared at me. I clung to the edge of the table
    As if were a ledge and I were a man hanging over an abyss. I thought of the
    Years behind me, of the life I had lived. The life I had earned with a lifetime
    Of work, risk and struggle. Why was I punished? How had I allowed it to be
    Taken? What game had I played and lost? I looked across the table and noticed
    with some surprise that there was no game board between

    What had I done

    As if answering the unspoken thought, the
    President suddenly cocked his head, locked his empty eyes to mine, and bared a
    million teeth, chuckling wryly as he folded his

    "You should have stopped me at the dinner roll,"
    he said.

    Healthcare is
  2. gotbass

    gotbass Member

    Jan 29, 1998
    Well said. UP
  3. tad houston

    tad houston TS Member

    Dec 21, 2006

    BILL GRILL Well-Known Member

    Sep 18, 2006
    Humor not! Scary as hell because it is very close to the truth. Bill
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